Chapter 13 – A Delightful Evening
Author's Note: Lemony lime anyone? Maybe that should go into the warnings.
I'm not exactly done with 15, it seems to want to be a monster of a chapter. But that's good, right?
Many, many thanks to Sylenctone for all her help with this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, I just do this because I'm a pervert like that.
Warnings: Boys doing naughty things to other boys. For the most part pages 6-9 is pretty much NC-17
I play for a half and hour straight, finally stopping when I see that it has reached five-thirty. I place my violin back in the case and grab my cell phone, quickly calling up Trowa's number.
"Hello. I thought maybe for a moment you forgot." He says with mock hurt.
A laugh escapes and I find myself grinning like an idiot. "Why would I do that?"
"Oh, I don't know, but how about one of us goes to the other's apartment so we can continue this conversation in person."
"Sounds good. Where do you want to meet?"
"I think your place is more comfortable. Unless you want to come over." Trowa adds hastily with a touch of nervousness. I solve the question by taking the initiative and walk out of my apartment to his.
"Either one is fine Trowa. I really don't care one way or another." I chuckle quietly. "So what do you want to eat? We could go out or I could make something"
"What would you make?"
"Well, I was thinking that I could make a rather distant relative of stroganoff." I say with a grin and lean against his door jam.
"What exactly is a distant relative of stroganoff?" He asks, muffling a chuckle.
"Open the door, and I'll let you know." I knock on the door.
"What? You're outside?"
"Knock, knock." I say in time as I rap on his door. Right after the second knock, he opens the door and his look of confusion morphs into a lop-sided grin. I smile back and look him over. He's in a pair of loose fitting jean shorts and a royal blue tank top. Allah, he looks good. Then I peek past him into his apartment and there are still boxes floating about.
"How about I help you bring the rest of the stuff up from your car and assist in getting you settled in and then we'll eat some food. We have to make sure not to skip dessert though. Dessert is very, very important." I wink, end the phone call, and kiss him. I really can't help being horny. Being sex-deprived for so long makes you say stupid and cheesy things sometimes.
"I think that can be arranged. Though, do we have to wait for the dessert? I'm fond of having that before anything else." His voice becomes quiet and husky as he closes the distance between us to speak.
"Mmm, as much as I would love to have dessert first…" I nip his neck gently and leave my lips on his skin as I continue. "… I am pretty sure if we do, we're not going to get anything else done."
"Would that be such a bad thing?" Trowa mummers back as he runs the hand that is not holding his cell phone slowly down my side.
A moan escapes my lips along with a whimper. "No, not really. But I would really like to help you get settled before school gets into full swing." I wrap my arms around his waist and plant little kisses up his neck and trace the shell of his ear with my tongue.
"I think, Quatre, that we shouldn't be doing this in the hallway. I don't care, but our neighbors might." He slides his hand down further and gropes my ass, causing me to moan again.
I run my hands through his hair and grin. "Come on. Let's go get the stuff out of your car. We'll think about food afterwards." I pull him down into a needy, tongue entwining kiss before I push him away. "Now! Or no dessert."
"That's rather manipulative, don't you think?" He asks with a sly grin and closes his door.
"Not really because it means I don't get any either, and I really want some. We would both be suffering. It is just my way of being stubborn."
Trowa chuckles. "I think I have a thing for stubborn 'cut off your nose to spite your face' people."
I laugh. "A trend in your significant others?" As I tease, I take his hand and lead him down the hall to the stairs.
"Seems so." He grins. "I seem to remember my first girlfriend, and successive girlfriends for that matter, was like that. For some reason, I like that sort of dogged conviction. Even though it can be extremely frustrating at times, it makes for an interesting romance. Like the way I remember Katrina, my first girlfriend, was that she was opinionated and would stick to her guns no matter what it meant. And if it meant she didn't get something, then oh well," he explains as we head down the stairs to the parking lot.
I laugh. "I did that to my first boyfriend. I think it made him crazy sometimes, but the sex that stemmed from me being a total tool was wonderful."
"How old were you?" As he asks he pulls his car keys out of his pocket.
"When I had my first boyfriend, or when I first had sex?" I respond with a sly grin.
He flushes red and looks away for a moment. "I guess both." He looks back at me, and I realize that at that moment I would do anything he said. The mix of the flush across his cheeks, the awkward smile on his lips, and the bright glimmer in his brilliant eyes has me in a complete and binding spell.
So, I do what anyone would do under such a spell. I answer him. "We met during rehearsals for the youth orchestra right before we started eighth grade. I had just turned thirteen. We had sex for the first time right before the winter concert that same year. So I lost my virginity about three months after we met." I give him a wicked little grin. "What about you?"
"Hum, sort of. Not as clearly as I would like. Kat had come over when my parents were out of town, and we partook of some dark rum, which wasn't exactly my parents' favorite, so they wouldn't know it was missing. I was rather trashed and amazingly I was still able to get it up. All in all, I remember most of it. He pauses and looks for his car, upon seeing it we head in that direction. "Does it bother you?" His eyes show that this worries him, and I cannot help but smile.
"I can't see what there is for me to be bothered about. Truthfully, as long as you're clean, I couldn't care less. Really, I don't know anyone who is still a virgin. We've all been having sex since high school." I pause and look at him. "You're clean right?"
He nods. "I had a complete physical and all the blood tests to check for everything right before I moved here, and that was several months after I broke up with my last girlfriend. I was also very careful to always use protection." He opens his car doors, and I survey what we have to bring upstairs. "You?"
"My first and I didn't use protection, but he was a virgin too. Getting protection at thirteen turned out to be a major challenge, even for Quatre Winner. Especially, for Quatre Winner. Allah, the media would have loved to know the wholesome heir was having sex with another guy at the age of thirteen. But I've been tested every year since then, and I'm a-okay!"
Trowa gives me an awkward smile. "Ok, awkward conversation out of the way, lets get this stuff upstairs so we can further discuss details of what we are having to eat tonight." He grins and reaches into his car and loads two boxes in my arms. "Would they have made that big a deal about it?"
I cannot help but laugh. "They would have a field day. I haven't officially come out to the public, but there are definitely rumblings out there that I'm gay." I shrug. "I figure that I don't need to announce it. I'm not going to hide it, but I'm not going to shout it out from on high." He nods and doesn't push the conversation any farther.
We make the run back and forth between his car and apartment until everything is where it needs to be. When we are finally both in the apartment together, we settle heavily onto the futon in his living room, legs splayed wide apart lazily, shirts soaking through with sweat and a sleepy look in our eyes.
"Reminder to oneself. Do not unload a car in the middle of the afternoon; wait until the sun sets, and it cools down first." I groan and throw my arms over the back of the futon. "That was far worse than running seven miles in the morning."
"I blame the stairs and the added weight." Trowa adds with a grumble and pushes his long bangs back off of his face. "How about we both grab a shower, and I'll meet you over at your place?"
"You don't want any help unpacking?"
Green eyes look over my body and his hand snakes under the hem of my shorts and rests on my thigh. "Not right now. Shower and food. That's all I can think about now." He leans over and kisses me, while he squeezes my thigh suggestively.
"Are there any pure and chaste thoughts in here?" I playfully rap the side of his head gently.
"Oh, come on. You should be worried if I wasn't thinking about sex all the time. Means I'm a healthy male. And I seriously doubt you can tell me it isn't constantly on your mind."
I stick my tongue out at him and none-to-gracefully stand up. "To say it isn't would be hypocritical. And, as you pointed out, it is rather normal for a healthy male to have that primal, animalist craving." There is a stupid smile on my face, and I lean over my green-eyed boyfriend and kiss him hungrily. "I'll leave the door open, so come in as soon as you are done." After another quick, but equally hungry kiss, I make my way back to my apartment.
There is a giddy feeling in my stomach as I strip, jump into the shower, and start washing the sweat off of my skin. Allah, I'm not even going to sleep with him, but for some reason I feel like I did the first time Tristan and I had sex. Tristan, fuck! I shouldn't be comparing Trowa to Tristan, but what if he really is and something happened to make him forget about us?
Trowa says he's never been with a guy, and he says his first was a girl. He seems pretty certain on those points. I know that Tristan had never been with a girl before we got together, and he never showed interest in girls other than being friends. I can't imagine how something could make him forget his sexual preference. But, maybe it didn't. Trowa confessed to liking boyish girls, and he didn't seem to have a problem with entering into a relationship with me. And, though I may be prettier than the average Joe, I am definitely male. He's seen me with my shirt off more than once and seemed perfectly happy to have my arousal grinding into his.
"Fuck!" I mutter as I turn off the water and get out of the shower. Quickly, I towel off, throw my clothes into the hamper, wrap a towel around my waist, and go to my room to fetch a pair of light cotton pajama bottoms. Trowa isn't in the living room when I pass through it, which part of me is thankful for, as it erases any possibility that I would forgo clothes and jump him like sex-deprived, horny man I am.
I slip into a pair of light cotton, navy blue pajama bottoms and a heather grey wife beater. Yes, Quatre Winner owns wife beaters. After a brief look in the mirror, I grab my towel and head back to the bathroom to hang it up. Trowa still isn't over here yet, and I begin to get a little nervous. What if he isn't coming over? What if I scared him away? Fuck! I take a few deep breaths, wipe the dew from the bathroom mirror and pull a comb through my hair so it will dry with some semblance of tidy.
The front door squeaks quietly as I begin brushing my teeth, and I look out of the bathroom towards it, just in time to see Trowa entering. I offer him a large grin and finish brushing my teeth, rushing a bit so I can get to him faster.
Trowa meets me halfway, and we crush our bodies together, lips meeting in a needy kiss. One of his arms circles my waist, while the other buries into my hair. I mimic him and pull his torso closer to mine, if that is even possible. Then I lower my hand to his perfect ass and pull his groin closer to mine. I grin happily as we practically devour each other in the kiss, and I gyrate my hips to provide contact for our rapidly growing arousals.
"Before we completely lose our minds," Trowa pants at a break in the kiss. "Where do we stop?"
I nibble as his neck while he talks, and I feel the shiver that goes down his back. "Mmmm. I really want to suck you off, if you'll let me. I think all the way is off limits for right now." I say in between kisses to his neck and collarbone.
"You sure?" He responds, his voice shaking a bit.
"Mmmm, very." I slip both hands under his shirt letting myself feel and explore his back. "Would that be ok?"
-begin naughty content-
He utters "Yes" and I grin, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head, tossing it away. My hands are immediately all over his upper body, touching him everywhere in reach and enjoying the feeling of his muscles twitching as my hands pass over them. His eyes become barely open slits as his breathing becomes slightly erratic. With a little smirk, I begin kissing his warm skin, starting right under his ear and down to his nipple. I nuzzle it with my nose before flicking it with my tongue. He hisses softly, and I suck on the hard nub, while swirling my tongue around it.
When Trowa's head rolls to the side, eyes fully shut, I decide to move our explorations to the bed. "Follow me. I don't want you falling over, especially since I have so much more to do to you." I grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom, put the violin on the floor – he eyes it for a moment but doesn't say anything – and hurriedly push the covers down. Once the bed is clear, I push him down so he is laying there, looking at me with lust filled eyes. A smirk dances across my lips, and I pull my shirt off and toss it to the floor. The lust in his emerald eyes turns to a needy hunger, and I debate whether or not to tease him until he can only whimper 'pleases' or if I should not put either of us through that.
As I debate silently, Trowa begins to caress himself. His hand starts high on his pectoral muscles, pinching the nipple I had been sucking on moments earlier before his hand descends lower. I watch, completely under his spell, as his hand roams downward, over taught stomach and abdominal muscles and under the waist band of his flannel pants where he ever so slowly begins to pleasure himself. As he does so, his head arches back on the pillow, his eyes close and a soft moan passes through his lips.
Debate done! I realize that my own hand is mimicking his actions and I really don't have the willpower to be a tease. I want to taste him, I want him writhing and moaning below me, I want him, and nothing else matters right now past that.
Before I get onto the bed, I properly move the comforter and top sheets to the bottom of the bed, probably to be kicked off before we're done, but I don't really care right now. Carefully straddling his thighs, so we can have some relief for our neglected arousals, I continue where I had left off in the living room. This time I start with his other nipple and tease it until it is as red and tender as the first one. Then, I start my way down his body, following the trail his hand had just taken.
At some point he moves both his hands to my body, touching everything he can. I kiss and lick down to his navel, swirl my tongue around it and relish in the soft murmurs of pleasure that emanate from his slightly parted lips. "Beautiful." I whisper, as I nuzzle the thin, almost invisible line of hair that starts at his abdomen and disappears under his pants. Sitting up a bit, I look at him and finger the waist band. "Ok?"
He nods and writhes a little and thrusts his hips towards me as if searching for contact of some sort. With a quick motion, I move from straddling his legs to kneeling next to him. Softly, I command Trowa to lift his hips and he complies without a word. I remove his pants, making sure to not touch his aching erection in the process. I hear a whimper escape from him as I slowly run my hands down his legs, pushing his pants as I go.
Once I have him completely naked, I lean back and take in the sight. Trowa is stunning and his skin is almost glowing as the evening sun shines through my window. As I admire, I see something I am surprised I hadn't noticed on the beach, but then again it was dark and I wasn't really registering much of anything, a medium sized white scar on his right side. Leaning over his body, I kiss it. "What happened?"
Trowa smiles as I kiss him. "Appendicitis at the end of freshman year." My breath hitches in my chest and it feels like my heart skips a beat as visions skirt through my head of Tristan collapsing in the middle of orchestra practice. As quickly as I can, I push the memories of the ride to the hospital from my mind. Plenty of people have appendicitis, it doesn't mean anything.
My attention turns back to the gloriously naked body before me, and it acts as a splendid diversion from the thoughts racing through my mind. "I'm glad you're ok." I run my hands up his legs slowly, making sure to tease the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. With a suggestive smile, I lower my head and kiss where my hands had just been. Trowa whimpers more and he squirms, trying to wriggle down so his cock will make contact with some part of me.
He smells of soap and his own musk, magnified due to his almost painful arousal. It is insanely intoxicating, and I need nothing more now than to taste the glistening pre-cum leaking from the small sensitive slit in the head and trickling down his shaft. Part of me can't help being overjoyed by the fact that I am the one causing this level of arousal in him.
Finding the end of the pre-cum stream, I lick from there to the head. Trowa hisses as my tongue slides up his length, and I smile happily. I twirl my tongue around his hot, red head, and his hips thrust upwards trying to find more contact. "Patience." I murmur and wrap my lips around his weeping tip and suck gently.
"Don't wanna be…" He replies breathlessly, and I suck hard, not taking any more of him in my mouth just yet. His eyes close, and I watch his chest heave. Allah, he is magnificent. I decide I need an angle change and stop suckling him. He frowns and looks at me, whimpering quietly.
Gently, I push his legs apart, settle myself between them and resume my ministrations. Slowly, I lick from perineum to the head of his cock, making sure to lave his taut, wrinkled scrotum. Trowa lets out a shaky breath and looks at me with eyes half open. His emerald eyes are pleading where his voice is unable to. I smile. "I'll stop teasing." With that, I stop teasing and focus on bringing Trowa as much pleasure as I can.
As he writhes in pleasure beneath me, thrusting blindly into my mouth, I feel his pleasure mounting. It is not hard to see that he is not going to last much longer, and I increase my efforts to magnify the height of his orgasm. Then, just as I see his body tightening, he gently (thankfully) grabs my hair and thrusts one final time before letting out a loud, guttural shout and arches back as he comes forcefully in my mouth.
The moment Trowa lets go of my hair, I reposition my head so I don't choke and suck and tongue him until he exits the initial throws of ecstasy. I sit back on my heels, gently running my hands over his thighs, and watch him. He is breathing heavily, eyes shut, and he twitches slightly. A triumphant grin dances over my lips at a job well done. Maybe I'm a bit out of practice, but if his reaction is anything to go by, I can't be that out of practice.
Slowly, he opens his eyes and looks at me. "Oh…fuck Quat."
My brow furls. "Is that good or bad?"
Trowa tosses his head back, eyes closing again and starts to laugh. "Good. Very, very good." He slowly sits up. By the look in his eyes, it seems like his perfect balance isn't behaving. "God, I needed that." He reaches out to me, and when I give him my hand, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. "And now, I believe it is your turn to enjoy the ride." I feel his long fingers caress me through my pants. "I do believe you are wearing too much clothing."
With elegant swiftness, he trades places with me, and I find myself lost in his bright green eyes. I do not even realize that I have been divested of my pants until he breaks eye contact. At first, he just looks at me, not touching with his hands, but the path his eyes take over my body serves to inflame my skin just fine.
Moments later, his hands join his eyes in exploration. I squirm a bit as he does so, wanting his hands to be everywhere at once. I hear him chuckle quietly as I wrap my legs around his arms and waist, trapping him momentarily.
"Quat, it is hard for me to do anything without being able to use my arms."
I grumble something about him teasing me and that he should stop it, which only serves to cause him to chuckle again. "I'm simply returning the favor." Trowa gently moves his arms and repositions my legs so they are resting on his shoulders. Then I feel feather light kisses on my ankle and leading down to my knee. When he gets to my knee, I feel him kiss the back of my knee, but not with the feather kisses he has just been doing, it was something more.
A shiver ran down my spine and a moan escaped my lips, followed by a shaky exhale. I could feel his lips turn up into a smile, and he proceeded to nuzzle, lick and nip at the back of both of my knees until I am a writhing mess on the bed. No one, other than Tristan, had figured out that I would become a submissive and eager pet if you do what Trowa is now doing to the back of my knees.
When he stops, he watches me for a moment, a smug look on his face. "How…did…you know…" I say between shivers and moans as he teases the back of my knees some more with light touches.
"It just seemed like the right thing to do." He says and proceeds to kiss down my inner thigh. "And I see now that it was the perfect thing to do." His eyes focus in on a droplet of pre-cum running down my straining erection, and before it adds to the pooling mess on my abdomen, he licks it up.
My eyes fly open and I look at him just as he swallows me and I feel his throat vibrate with the 'mmm' sound he makes as he does so. Thank Allah, he doesn't tease me long, and as his hot, wet mouth sucks and licks, his hand gently fondles my testicles. As the pressure begins to mount in my groin, I can do nothing more than arch back, shut my eyes and attempt to not ram my dick so hard into his mouth that I cause him damage.
Vaguely, I am aware of his forearm resting over my abdomen to restrain my thrust a bit. But it doesn't matter any more as I am too gone to care. I think I mutter something like 'now' as his tongue does this awesome swirly thing, and I come forcefully in his mouth. As fireworks explode in my closed eyes, I work on trying to remember how to breathe, which is hard since his tongue is still lightly lapping the cum that is leaking from the slit.
The next thing I know, he's beside me on the bed, and he's kissing me, our own unique tastes blending together as our passion bleeds out more between lips and tongue. "Where the hell did you learn how to do that?" I manage to say between kisses. "I thought you hadn't been with a guy before."
Trowa grins at me. "I haven't. But I'm a very quick study, and hopefully, I managed to mimic what you did to me." As he speaks, we entwine our limbs and pull each other close.
-End most of the really naughty bits-
"So it didn't bother you? Having another guy's cock in your mouth?"
Trowa laughs softly. "Does it look like I was bothered?" He moves his head to his lips are to my ear. "So much nicer to have your nice, hard, delicious cock in my mouth, than some wet pussy."
I can not help but laugh. "Well that's a good sign. I can't even begin to fathom going down on a girl. Just seems too weird."
"I finally broke down and did it when the thing I wanted most was a blow job. She wouldn't give me one unless I ate her out. I wasn't keen on doing it again after the first time." He pauses, looks at me with a stupid grin and starts laughing. "I guess I should take that as a sign?"
I can't help but laugh too. "I think that is a good indicator. I don't think most straight guys would entertain the idea of sucking off another guy, seeing it as a sure sign you're queer and want it up the ass." I kiss him then pull back abruptly realizing that school starts tomorrow, and I have no clue what he's doing. "Oh, how does this coming week look for you? Classes and such."
Trowa closes his eyes in thought for a moment then tells me when he has his classes. I am excited to find that we have a sociology class together. It is one of my requirements and happened to be one of the electives he chose to take. I tell him I have marching band practice in the band room Monday and Tuesday nights, and then Thursdays we're on the field from five to nine in the evening.
"So, I know there is a marching band. Anything else open to people who aren't music majors?" His eyes dart to the end of the bed. "I see you have a violin. Do you play with an orchestra or anything?"
A goofy grin spreads over my face. "There is an orchestra that meets before Marching Band Thursday evening, so people can play in both, since they share a lot of the same players. There is also a jazz and a regular band open. All of them require auditioning to get in. But they could care less if you are a music major. If you are good, you're in." I snuggle closer to him. "You play anything?"
He nods. "I play flute competently. Which one should I play in? Seeing as Marching Band is not an option this year."
"You march?" I give him a probing look.
"Last time I did was in my freshmen year in college. I didn't have much time to do any more with trying to get scholarships and everything for coming here."
"Truthfully, I'm glad you're not marching this year." He gives me a puzzled look, and I smile. "You're gorgeous, stunning and wonderful. I would have been so distracted by you at band camp that I would have fucked everything up. This way, I get you to myself and I don't have to try to balance band, which is my life for the summer, and a brand new wonderful boyfriend. All I want is a little time to be selfish and enjoy. During Marching Band that is impossible."
"I'm ok with you being selfish right now." He gives me a squeeze. "So which do you suggest I audition for?"
"Up to you really. Last year I was first chair violin for the orchestra and played first flute with the band. You can try for both if you want. I'm pretty much guaranteed in since I've been in them since Freshmen year, but I still need to audition for my chair. I'd be happy with you in one or both."
He nods. "I'll look into it. I love playing, and then there is that added bonus of being able to oogle you."
I mock gawk and punch him lightly in the shoulder. "Pervert."
Trowa squeezes me gently. "I think that is something like the pot calling the kettle black. Seeing as we reek of each other's semen, and you have your hand cupping my naked ass."
My face burns as I flush red. "You do have a point." Before he can rebuttal, I capture his lips in a deep and passionate kiss, which leads into another kiss and another. I love kissing him, and by the time I realize we should not be kissing and getting food instead, we're both panting and as hard as we had been not too long ago. Before I can process what is going on, I feel his hand wrap around my arousal and he begins to jerk me off. I return the favor, and we kiss and thrust into each other's hands to completion.
We stay on our sides, riding out the euphoria of a second orgasm, and then I make a face and sit up. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up and eat." With a quick kiss I swirl my finger in a glob of seaman on his chest and wiggle the coated digit in front of his face. "Easier to clean up when it is still wet." I wiggle as I get off the bed and head for the bathroom. Before I reach the door to my room, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back into his arms. I feel cool moisture on my back, and I smile as I resign myself to the fact that we both need another shower.
"Thank you Quatre." Trowa whispers and plants a kiss on my neck right below my ear.
"For what?" I ask a bit confused.
"For trusting me."
Turning around in his arms, I study him for a moment. "Trowa, really, no thanks is necessary. But on the same hand, I should thank you for trusting me in return. I really don't know how well I would have faired my first time performing oral on a guy if I only had been dating and having sex with girls."
"But it was ok, wasn't it?" Trowa's brow creases and his eyes look troubled.
A chuckle escapes my lips and I wiggle out of his grasp and grab his hand. "Seriously, you're first attempt was better than pretty much every boyfriend I've ever had. And if you hadn't told me earlier you hadn't ever been with a guy, I would have laughed in your face, because it was that fucking good."
"Pretty much?" He asks with raised brow.
"Kinda hard to beat the memory of the first mind-blowing orgasm achieved by a blow job. And, really the same blow job probably wouldn't be as mind-blowing now as it was then." I say with a cheeky grin and pull him into the bathroom.
"I don't know if I should be insulted or not."
"It was a compliment. I just told you that on your first attempt you blew away the other, out of the closet for years, queer boys I've dated. That means that the probability is high that you will be able to replace the memory from when I was thirteen." With a grin, I turn around and turn the water on for the shower, making sure to wiggle teasingly as I do so. He groans softly and spoons up behind me, making sure his crotch is flush with my bottom.
"You've got to stop that, because I don't think I'll be able to walk if I come again so soon. As it is, my legs are a bit wobbly."
I look over my shoulder at him. "When was the last time you got some?"
"I'm assuming you're talking about getting some from someone else and not self pleasuring." I nod and turn the shower on and step into the spray. "Over a year."
There is a look of surprise on my face as I answer, and I beckon him to join me. "Was it a voluntary abstinence?"
"More or less." He shrugs as he gets into the shower and closes the curtain. "My ex-girlfriend spread some lovely rumor over campus, and the type who were interested in me after that were not exactly the type of person I choose to associate with."
I can't help but laugh. "Dirty whore or crazy psycho with sick sex fetishes?"
"Dirty whore." He says as I pour some body wash in my hand and I begin to wash away the remnants of our blinding orgasms from his skin. Trowa takes the bottle and does the same to me.
"Lovely," is all I say before we delve into washing each other. Strangely, his hands sliding over my skin do not elicit the need to fuck, but rather the need to be close and intimate. There isn't anything sexual about what our hands are doing, though I know we could change that without any problem. No, this is a more comfortable and relaxing thing that brings this elated joy to my mind that I don't know what to do with.
We stay in the shower long enough to clean each other, but get out when we are done with that task. "So how about some food?" We walk into my bedroom to retrieve our pants. "I know I said I would cook, but it is getting late." I glance at the clock and see that it is past nine already. "When the hell did it get that late?"
Trowa wraps his arms around me from behind and playfully thrusts his hips against my rear. "I think that time disappeared while we were exploring each other." His hands travel over my chest, and I close my eyes, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. "But I do think that food sounds like a good idea, and I'm really not all that picky, so whatever should be fine."
"How about pasta with marinara sauce and salad? At least, I think I have makings for a salad."
He chuckles and lets me go. "Anything is fine."
I grin and go about collecting things for dinner. "So, when do I get to see you next?" Trowa asks, leaning on the counter.
"Well, I was thinking that you could stay over here tonight, then wake up tomorrow morning at six and go running."
Trowa looks slightly startled by my mentioning that he stay for the night. He doesn't say a thing for a moment so I ready the water for the pasta. I look over at him just in time to see a smile form on his lips. "I'd like that."
We talk about the upcoming week, organizing and arranging our time together. We agree that we'd like to sleep in the same bed, and he decides that my bed is far more comfortable to sleep in than his own, but I made sure he knew I didn't have a problem staying in his room either. Everything appears to be as close to perfect as I can hope for, and I can't stop grinning like an idiot.
After dinner, Trowa helps me to clean up, then runs to his apartment for his toiletries and running apparel and whatever else he needs between now and our morning run. He reappears just as I emerge from the bathroom, brushing my teeth. We get ready for bed and as soon as the doors are secure and the lights off, we crawl into bed. I make sure my phone is set to go off at five-fifty so we can get up, dressed, and outside to meet up with everyone.
"Good night." I wrap my arms around him the best I can, seeing as we are lying on the bed, and kiss him.
He wraps his arms around me in return, and we have a mini make-out session before he finally utters, a bit drowsily, "Good night."
We re-situate ourselves so that he is spooning up behind me, which works out nicely since he is taller than I am, and the moment I close my eyes I am asleep.